Page 75 of The Cruelest Undead

As for the feeding, it didn’t take long.

When the two were done, they crawled up and cuddled into his body.

“Did it hurt?” his mother asked, finally breaking the silence.

“No. Not at all. They are learning to be gentle, and later, Jacques will feed them. We take turns.”

That made her curious.

“Why?” his mother asked. “Is there a reason?”

Flynn didn’t mind answering since this was part of who they were. If for some reason, they were to live, they needed to be aware of his life.

There was no going back for him.

“It’s so that they get Rinnon’s blood and Jacques’ too. I don’t bleed anymore, and I don’t have any to give. I’m dead.”

His mother stared at him.

“Pardon?” she asked.

Flynn was honest.

“I’m a vessel. I died, and I’m carrying Rinnon. If he gets removed from me, I’m gone. My consciousness is here, and it’s my shell, but it’s Rinnon’s lifeforce. Flynn Brogan doesn’t exist anymore. He died fighting for humanity. He died trying to save the world.”

She didn’t say anything.

At first.

Honestly, Flynn expected a freak-out.

Then, she surprised him.

“I understand what that feels like, Son. I remember being sick, and then I had peace and good memories. I wasn’t anywhere but in those memories. I just felt this warmth of contentment. Then, I woke up here. It felt like seconds. Now, I feel disjointed and out of place in my body.”

Rinnon spoke to Flynn.

Then, she wasn’t evil. She was a decent person. There is no heaven or hell, per say, but the continuum that we create when we are gone. There is peace or damnation in Death’s dungeon. If she had peace, she is a good person, Flynn.

“Same,” his father said. “It was like floating in the warmest of water and a few times, I was able to remember fishing with my father before he died. I was dreaming, and happy.”

Flynn wanted to believe they wouldn’t be evil. He wanted it more than anything, and that scared him.

Can I trust them with the babies?he asked.They are vital and I won’t risk them.

Rinnon knew why he was asking.

Fate.

They feel like you, not anything evil. Go with your gut, partner.

He took a chance, praying it didn’t hurt him. He was putting his faith in his partners. Death and Rinnon were good judges of character.

“Want to hold Azriel?” he asked, cuddling his child as he tried to trust this whole mess.

He kissed his daughter on her dark hair, and she looked up at him with her icy blue eyes.

“If you’ll let us.”

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